Dilly-dally, softly spun,
Clouds billow, a shy sun,
Pyramids of laughter stack,
Clowning in a rhythm, no track.
Fingernails tapping, a soft beat,
Lungs inhale, pulse a retreat,
Scaffolding dreams, weaving air,
In absence, echoes stir, unaware.
Fat whispers dance, embellishment’s play,
Moments twist, then drift away,
So we twirl, round and round,
In the hum of silence, we are found.
MAD Missy 😠
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